Horn indeed did not expect that the thief locksmith Harbin mentioned was actually a female thief.
The thief named Haimodin looks around seventeen or eighteen years old, but stands about as tall as Harbin the Dwarf.
In the dead of winter, she wore a leather vest as if she was immune to the cold, showing off her arm muscles.
In contrast, Harbin next to her was wearing a thick coat.
Both had bruised noses and swollen faces, indicating they'd already fought before coming here.
"I know exactly why you called me," Haimodin said bluntly, "If you can find the maker, I can design any kind of lock you want."
"What you mentioned about clockwork and gear machinery, she's skilled in that too," Harbin worried that Horn might think he was bluffing, so he hurriedly took a hourglass-shaped object from the box and placed it on the table.
Horn widened his eyes as he watched the small ball swing back and forth on the stand and heard the ticking sound of gears turning.
